User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2246928-20140724190409/@comment-2246928-20140802234826

'Vemrin nods, raising the bow once more up to the foliage above, pulling the yewstring back as he waited for a target. The ferret was, for once, not directing his frustrations towards the marten. "Right, well, see yer in 'Ellgates, Cap'n." Grayclaw swallowed miserably, her grip tightening over her machete. Argo flexed his fingers over Riggtooth's glaive, looking to the other two crewbeasts. Thangra looked glumly up as he leaned against his point-down rapier. The fox, Zarrid, holding a spiked mace in his paws, grinned ruthlessly, possessing a fire in his belly that Argo had never seen him without. The voice seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then with a rustling of leaves, it leaped down.

Hulking, with rippling muscle toughened by the harsh Island conditions and dark scales that glittered like black jewels, the Monitor Lizard flicked his tongue to the air as he hissed long and breathlessly, cracking his neck. A rusted hook was clutched in one hand. As he slipped his tongue back into his mouth and winked at Zakrav, three more slid out of the trees like shadows come to life, landing gracefully down behind him. The Monitor chuckled coldly, his voice drifting over the suddenly silent woods. "Death iz what comez to all beaztzzz...I am bringing you yourz az Fate decreez."